first we feel then we fall

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Jehan and Enjolras, 18 (while someone's crying)?

When Jehan felt hands settling upon his shoulders, he first thought they were Combeferre’s or Bahorel’s; but the silence lingered, Jehan’s tears even louder to his own ears because of it, and he didn’t have enough friends of a quiet nature not to understand who was behind him. 

“It’s unfair,” he decided to say, his voice too small and quite low. “I feel like we are looking at a precipice, and as one of our feet is close to make us fall, someone on our side claim that we should try climbing down the cliff instead of merely falling. What kind of choice is that, when either way, we are only going towards disaster?”

Enjolras’s hands squeezed his shoulders, and then, slowly, he moved his arms around Jehan; Jehan let himself be held, settling against Enjolras’s chest, and closed his eyes without truly trying to stop tears from rolling on his cheeks. Enjolras was breathing steadily, and that in itself was comforting - if Jehan had first moved away from the rest of their group, it was because he couldn’t see his own anger and sadness reflected in his friends’s eyes; worst, he thought, would have been to hear doubt or bitterness. But there was none of that in Enjolras, as always: he might be sad, but certainty colored his every movement, including at this moment, and when he spoke, he sounded as convinced as he’d been yesterday or last year: 

“The choice lays in how we climb up, not down. Had we’ve been at the top of the cliff already, none of us would have ever had to stare down below, or only with pity and relief.” Jehan took a shaky breath. Enjolras gently put his cheek against his forehead and murmured: “Gravity is only our master in the physical world; societies stumble, miss a step, face the ground: it is our duty in those moments to steady its hand, cling to the cliff - not because we’re content or satisfied of what we have, but merely because it can only be harder to move up while falling - though, even then, even then, not impossible. Never impossible. Because Ideas will forever fly even when men cannot.”

Jehan raised his own hands, and intertwined his fingers against Enjolras. There were many other things to be said, many other debates to have - but for now, for now - this was enough; hard certainty and cold optimism, and the warm arms of a friend around him, gentle and reassuring through and through. 

Dear Charlie,

January 21st, 2017.
That’s when we broke up.
Today is April 21st of the same year.
I’d like to know if this is too long of a gap to still be in love with him. It’s been 3 months but a few weeks less than that since the last time he told me loved me. I’m pretty sure that was the 26th of February. When the sickness to his best friend and the tragedy wedged a gap between him and I. Missing him makes me feel so selfish. We talked two weeks ago. I think the only way I’ll get over him is if I talk about him. I hope that’s alright. Getting it out would help me let go. Well, here goes nothing.

August 3rd, 2016.
That’s when we first really spoke.
Even if it was just texting.

I could lie and say I fell for his lovely smile or magnificent eyes which made me fall for him. But like I said, that’d be a lie. It was his laugh, made of silver bells, and the sense of humor behind it. That sense of humour brought out my own laugh. It was his voice, too. His voice was calm, ideally raspy and smooth at the same time, the perfect pitch for the comfort I found in it. I remember–before I felt for home–one night, he called me, I was laying in my driveway looking at the moon. He asked me to play a game with him. The “game” was to name five things we liked about each other. He effortlessly told me everything he enjoyed about me. The aforementioned things–his laugh, his voice and sense of humour–were first out of my mouth. Of course, I eventually said his personality and another thing I don’t remember. Whatever he said is lost on me for the most part–he said he liked my style and laugh and smile and eyes other things. I think.

A few days later he asked me to be his girlfriend. I asked him if I could just have a day to think about it. I didn’t want to turn him down when he was the first one to gather the courage to call me rather than just text. The next morning, I turned him down. I said how I wasn’t ready for a new relationship, having just left a very toxic one–at the time he didn’t know but he was why that person was no longer in my life. He was okay with it. He took it less as a blow to his pride but more as an excuse to better himself. He asked what he could do to get me to like him when I explained I just didn’t feel the same. I felt safe when he told me that he wasn’t mad I didn’t love him back. That was around the 20th of the same month. August. I explained why I didn’t. It wasn’t him. Not at all. It was that toxic person, they’d ruined me. I needed time to just get myself back before I could like another. “I’ll wait for you, you’re worth it.” That’s what he told me. Right now I’m tearing up because of this. Because he loved.

Then my birthday came-the 25th-and he was one of the first boys who cared enough to wish me a happy birthday. I felt guilty for not feeling the same. He’d all these lovely things about him and I wanted to like him. But I couldn’t. Would you like to know my very favourite? It was this aura he had. When we spoke on video chat with my friend next to me-he’d called her and this night is the reason we ever fell I think. See, like I said, the feel of him. Ever run down a beach or a hill and when you stop, you can’t breathe but you couldn’t smile more? It’s like that. Only not entirely. The best way to put it is, I felt like he wanted to take me by the hand and pull me along on some adventure and leave me a breathless type of happy.

The same friend and I kissed a few nights later. September first. And we told him. He didn’t mind because we weren’t dating. That was the first night he and I video chatted alone. He kept telling me I was beautiful even though half my face was swollen because I’d had oral surgery a few days before.

Then it was late September. A few leaves had started changing but it was still warm enough for me to go to cross country practice in shorts. Probably about the 15th. I remember because my coach was talking about making groups for homecoming which was two weeks away (October first). Then about a day later I made homecoming plans with my friends. We’d have pizza at my house instead of going out. About two hours after than, he wanted to videochat. We did. He told me he needed to ask me something. When I said go ahead. He smiled, and told me this poem he wrote about the stars and the last line was how he asked me to go to homecoming with him. He looked very handsome when he asked. He had a red lava lamp on next to him and that was all. I went to make sure my friends didn’t mind. When they didn’t and I said yes, his face lit up. Mine did too. I blushed. That’s the first time I ever have. He did too. I think that’s why he’d that red lamp on: so I wouldn’t know if he blushed. I told him not to get me flowers, which he did anyways. A bouquet of pink-purple roses. I pressed one and it’s on my bulletin board with photos from that night. We kissed multiple times. I remember most vividly when I’d accidentally gotten a Diet Coke and I’d drank it anyways. “You taste Diet Coke.” He told me after kissing me. I apologized. He laughed a bit and kissed me again. We slow danced and talked and didn’t know words any of the songs.

He cared Charlie. He cared the way you care about people. Unconditionally.

A few weeks later, I let him see me. Y'know, like that. And because I still hadn’t gotten over what happened earlier that year, sometimes I’d get anxious. He’d be patient and calm me down. “Your being okay matters more to me than my own pleasure.” That’s what he said. He took time with me. He wanted to know what I liked and what I didn’t. He respected me too.

I think when he kissed me and said I tasted like diet soda is when I really fell in love with him. I’m leaving things out from this point on because I’m very tired and don’t want to keep typing. Anyways. I hope you have a good day. And this hopefully helped.

Love always, the loneliest star (4/21/17)

One little thing about the banquet reveal that left me unsure whether to laugh or weep

I know the fandom’s collectively lose their minds over poor Victor for crushing on a guy who doesn’t remember grinding him, but has anyone talked about Victor’s face right before Yuuri revealed that he forgot the whole thing?

because here he is, thinking that’s Yuuri’s gonna talk about how he made Victor falls head-over-heels with his superb dance moves invited five-time-consecutive world champion Victor Nikiforov to be his coach.

yea tell them babe tell them how you make me yours with your half-naked eros *bashfully lowering my gaze*

preparing to hear bae narrate the beginning of our epic love story then we can announce our engagement, my memory of the night I first saw bae half-naked is very fond -


WELL WE ALL KNOW HOW THAT GOES LOL

Poor Victor lol I feel so sorry for the gorgeous Russian man T_T

“secretly we all love angst” Sentence Starters

dont deny it DONT DENY IT 

  • “It never works for us, and it never will.”
  • “I’m done. I’m done trying so hard only for you to never even look in my direction.”
  • “I can’t fall in love with you.  I don’t want all the pain that comes with it.”
  • “My roommate had to go into my room and throw the sheets away because I haven’t been able to sleep in that bed since you left.”
  • “I keep asking myself “why isn’t the sun bright anymore” but then I remember you’re not in my life anymore and realize it’s just my own eyes.”
  • “I regret it all.  I really do, I swear.  Please, please– let’s fix this, please.”
  • “Remember when you promised we’d always be together?  Because I remember when I thought you meant it.”
  • “I can’t move on from something that wasn’t supposed to end!”
  • “The phone calls aren’t the same… I can hear in your voice that it’s not the same anymore.”
  • “I’m trying to avoid talking because I know what it’ll lead to, and I don’t want that to come.”
  • “Don’t you think you can fall back in love with me?”
  • “This whole time I’ve been using you to make me feel better, and you never caught on.  You never caught on.  I want you to hate me now, but I don’t think you’re even able to.”
  • “Kissing me breaks the promise… remember?”
  • “Every time we fix things something else ends up breaking.”
  • “Why don’t we stop pretending we’re not on a road to destruction?”
  • “It wasn’t even fun at first, honestly.  It was just like… Morphine.”
  • “You’re just not enough anymore.”
  • “It’s been too long since you’ve really smiled.”
  • “Ah, it was all my fault.  Wasn’t it?”
  • “To think, we thought just the sex would be enough to keep us in love.”
  • “Back then, I lied when I told you I didn’t love you.  You needed to move on from me– I needed to protect you from me.”
  • “You never had that shine in your eyes when you were with me.”
  • “Quit trying to fix me when you need to just fix yourself.”
  • “I’m so tired of everything about us, and about how we thought we were in love, and how we think forcing it can make us be in love– I’m so tired of it.”
  • “This whole time you’ve still been in love with him/her… Not me.”
  • “I couldn’t make you fall in love with me.  I thought I could do it, I really did, but… But I know you… And this isn’t love.”
  • “Did you really think I needed that kiss back then when all that you conveyed in it was pity?”
  • “To think I’ve changed so much to get you to like me, and you still never really look my way.”
  • “I know I deserve better than you.  I realize that, but you were so broken… I didn’t want to be the one that made you shatter.”
  • “All of this was to protect myself.”
  • “I feel like I’ve been looking for who you used to be… Back when you were actually happy.”
  • “I never want to even hear your name during my life anymore.”
  • “Your lips used to be sanctuary, but now I just feel trapped.”
  • “Isn’t it time we both stopped pretending we make each other happy?”
  • “The thing I regret the most is giving you so much hope by agreeing to this date.”
  • “We have the kind of history anyone would never want to think about again, and you’re hear asking me on a date?”
  • “What makes you think I’ll be any different this time?”
  • “I’ll let you down.  I will always let you down.  I’m not enough for you to be satisfied.”
  • “Are you satisfied with the mess you’ve created out of me?”
  • “I should have listened to everyone who told me this was a bad idea.”
  • “I’ve never met someone who can so gently destroy me the way you do.”
  • “I can’t forget about him/her!  It’s not in my power to forget how he/she felt when they loved me.”
  • “The saddest thing is that when I told him/her I loved him/her, he/she thought I was lying.  He/she never believed someone could fall in love with him/her.”
  • “Listen…  You’re his/her best friend… and I completely fucked up– it’s over between us, but… please, punch me, or punish me, or do something to me because he/she just… cried.  He/she wasn’t even angry, they were just so sad– Please, be angry at me, please.  Give me what I deserve.”
  • “It would have been better if we never met.”
  • “You’re my regret.”
  • “I’m not angry at you, just at myself… Because I knew this would happen, but I let myself fall in love with you anyways.”
  • “Don’t tell me to give up like everything is meaningless.”
  • “This is why I don’t let myself fall in love.”
  • “Somewhere deep inside me, I still have hope that you’ll fall in love.  How pathetic.”

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We were breaking each other’s hearts. We were burned out, the last few ashes of a love once red-hot falling to the floor. We wanted the love to last, to burn as bright as it had the day we first met, but it couldn’t. We wanted it so bad we tore each other apart until we couldn’t recognize ourselves. Then, we left with shards of a broken heart stabbing us from the inside out. Lost and alone, we destroyed the only thing we’d ever loved; each other.
—  Or maybe, we let it destroy us.
Song Analysis: What’s the Use of Feeling (Blue)?

I’ve been mulling this song over since I’d first heard it. For one, it confirms a lot of things about Homeworld and the Diamonds that I’ve been harping on for a while now. But this post isn’t a sermon about how to sympathise with the Diamonds better. I’m not too big a fan of that perspective. Rather, it’s the power that we receive when we empathise with them.

The thing about the Diamonds is that they’re all powerful, huge, and “human.” They err and have feelings, not necessarily in that order. So when they irrationally do something that hurts a lot of individuals and even entire planets, the answer isn’t to excuse them because “they’re sad.” The answer is to reach out to them in a way they understand so that they don’t do it again, and more appropriate to our context, make amends

Because the two very polar sides of “forgive” and “punish” aren’t constructive. To side with either doesn’t do justice to the people and gems who’ve already been lost or still are losing. It doesn’t make things better for anyone. 

This post will analyse the perspective Homeworld has of Earth and human beings. At the same time, the song reveals a lot about how gems view themselves and one another. I’ll round it up with how PD’s death impacted both Blue and Yellow Diamond and how their respective coping strategies led to the way things are now. And I’ll speculate on the immediate future of Earth in that regard.

So let’s get to it!

1. The song implies a falling-out among the Diamonds before PD’s shattering

Why would you want to be here? What do you ever see here
That doesn’t make you feel worse than you do? And tell me, what’s the use of feeling, Blue?

When the Steven Bomb opens in Steven’s Dream, we get a rare moment of hearing Blue’s thoughts. Bent over PD’s palanquin, she expresses deep regret. She says, “If only I had done more.” 

We know that Blue is sad over PD’s death. And we know from the first verse that visiting anything related to PD makes both surviving Diamonds uncomfortable. But we can find, within the lyrics, something specific about why instead of just sad, regret is interspersed in their mourning of PD.

In sharp contrast to Blue’s lament of wanting to do more, later on in the song, YD says, “Now there’s nothing we can do.” That implies at one point in time, the Diamonds were in a position to do something that could have prevented PD’s shattering. And they didn’t do it.

I want to bring back one of my older posts regarding the circumstances of PD’s shattering. In it, I mention that there’s been some sort of historical scrubbing of PD’s memory from Homeworld, such that only older gems are aware of her or feel any affinity for her. The Great Diamond Authority Logo, colour schemes, and even gem factions show no sign of PD’s ever existing, when this wasn’t the case for older structures on Earth. 

But in a slightly contradictory manner, we know the truth to be the opposite. The Diamonds didn’t take PD out of Homeworld’s memory because of the fight. Rather, they erased her because it hurt them personally to be reminded of her existence. 

When we look at the circumstances of their argument, there are a few theories I can posit. The main one being this: PD had an unconventional relationship with her Earth gems. I say this because now we have two Homeworld “subordinates” as examples in contrast.

I brought up before that Jasper felt a deep personal affinity for PD. And this may be even without having met her personally, even with the possibility of her being created after PD was shattered. On the other hand, Peridot and Holly Blue talk about their Diamonds with a sense of detachment. There is a great divide that Peridot puts between herself and YD. YD is perfect; she is not. YD is the most objective; that is what she aims to be. YD is a great decider; she was there to reaffirm the logic of the former’s decisions.

It’s much the same for Holly Blue. BD decides to maintain the zoo; she is grateful for the opportunity to serve. BD is arriving; she wants to assure a pleasant visit for her.

In both these cases the gems don’t feel like they’re coerced into serving their Diamonds. They openly acknowledge that because their Diamonds are superior in different (and at times all) aspects, they’re worth following. It’s very similar to idolising someone and hoping they’d mentor you, or even that you could contribute to their cause in some way. This cause being the betterment of Homeworld. 

2. PD’s close relationship with her gems

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Called It

A YouTuber AU SnowBaz fanfic for the Carry On Countdown

Penelope

Simon Snow’s first YouTube video is one of my favourites.  It’s as painfully awkward as any other YouTuber’s first video.  He sits up too straight in his chair, he smiles and laughs too mechanically, and the film quality itself is poor, with half of his words lost to shoddy editing. Yet despite all this, it’s adorable.

           And of course, it’s the origin of the biggest OTP on YouTube, SnowBaz.

           “Hi guys,” Simon waves at the camera, his hand going all pixelated at the movement.  “Welcome to the first video on my channel!”  He’s inserted a sound effect of people cheering.  I have to laugh.  It’s so damn cringe-worthy.

           He goes on for a few moments, trying to make jokes and jump-cuts that work, when finally, it’s everyone’s favourite part.

           “What are you doing, Snow?” comes a voice from off-camera.  My heart turns to mush.

           Baz.

           Simon’s new flatmate, or at least he was new at this point.

           “Making my first YouTube video,” Simon grins up at someone behind the camera.  “Come say hi!”

           “-bleep- no.”

           Even the censor sounds old, like it was stolen from the year 2007.

           Simon looks a bit panicked, like he’s realizing that he’ll have to edit out the swear word.  A door slams somewhere out of the shot.

           “That’s my new flatmate,” he tells us.  “His name is Baz.  He’s kind of a prat.”

           “Just you wait,” I whisper at my computer screen. “Just you wait.”

 ***

           Simon and Baz do not get along.  At all.

           That much is clear from the first video, but it become increasingly obvious as Simon posts more frequently.  He often films in the living room, which drives Baz insane.

           “Why don’t you film in your own room?” he says, audibly annoyed.

           “The lighting in there is terrible,” Simon protests.

           “Well, I’d like to be able to walk around my own flat, if you don’t mind.”

           “Go ahead, no one’s stopping you,” Simon shrugs. “Besides, the viewers keep saying they want to see you.”

           “Well, who wouldn’t?”

           Good old Baz.  Sarcastic and full of himself.  They don’t appear to realize it, but the two of them balance each other out perfectly.

           Little by little, Baz begins to make his mark on Simon’s channel.  At first we only hear him from off-screen, offering his two bits about nearly everything Simon has to say.  Many of his comments are admittedly quite mean and uncalled for, but Simon never edits them out.  Baz is the invisible heckler.  Viewers begin to latch onto this weird relationship of apparent hatred and, as YouTube viewers are wont to do, turn it into a new ship.  “SnowBaz” they call it, and before long the comment sections on all of Simon’s videos are full of things like “I ship it” and “OTP”.

           I try not to fall victim to this shipping trend myself.  It feels insensitive to me, shipping real live people that I’ve never even met like they’re objects of sorts.  But even I can’t deny that the two of them would be cute together.  Provided they stop hating each other.

           Then Baz appears onscreen for the first time.

           He’s on the couch in the background, facing away from the camera.  All we can see is long black hair.  He only moves when he’s shouting ridicule at Simon’s words.  Once he turns his head further to make himself heard, and we catch a glimpse of the light brown skin of his face.  This time the comments are all “is that Baz?” and “OMG BAZ”.

           After that he starts to appear more often. Sometimes he’s facing the screen, looking down at his phone or a book.  He’s tall, and his hair reaches his shoulders.  The expression on his face goes between concentration and a sneer, that latter of which he reserves for his heckling.  It doesn’t take long for people to start commenting on how attractive he is.  Still Simon leaves all the footage of Baz in his videos, not hiding a single rude comment from his viewers.

           Once, Simon tries to get Baz to join him for a “meet my flatmate” video.  Baz responds simply by flipping Simon off in the background, which Simon has to pixel out. He’s gotten better at editing at this point.

           Sometimes Simon posts daily vlogs on days when he does things that he considers exciting.  The things that Simon finds exciting are too cute for words.  They tend to be little events like going to a coffee shop, things that are almost mundane but for some reason they excite him. He does this thing where he dances when he’s excited.  He’ll bob his head cheerfully as he walks, glad to just be out.  He’s gone to the grocery store with Baz a few times in his vlogs.  Those videos are some of the best ones.  They bicker about everything from which kind of milk to get to who gets to carry the baskets.  Sometimes we can see Baz’s mouth quirk like he’s trying not to laugh, like all this bickering is just a game for him.  Of course, this sends the SnowBaz shippers into a frenzy, the idea that maybe, just maybe, Baz doesn’t hate Simon as much as he lets on.

           But there’s one video on Simon’s channel that is the absolute bread of life for anyone who ships the two of them.  Simon is doing a Q&A, and as usual Baz is sitting and reading in the background.

           “This question is from Twitter,” Simon says, reading off of his phone.  “They ask ‘Are you in love with anyone right now?’”

           And if you look closely, you can see Baz go rigid.

           “Well,” Simon leans in close to the camera, “I have been messaging with someone quite a lot.  I don’t know who the person is, but we’ve gotten really close and I’m starting to think -”

           “Could you keep it down, Snow,” Baz pipes up, his voice tight.  “I’m trying to read over here.”

           Simon doesn’t speak of it any further, but Baz sneaks glances at the back of Simon’s head more than once before the video is over. I don’t know how Simon could have not noticed it.  Certainly every single one of his viewers did, which is to say over a million people. Perhaps love is completely daft.

 ***

           When I arrive home from work on a particularly rainy day in October, I am delighted to open my computer and find that Simon is in the middle of a livestream.  Comments flow constantly from the sidebar and I settle in to join the party.  He’s in a different room this time, one with a neatly made bed on which he sits, and I gather that it’s his room.  It looks so clean, but I wonder if there’s a disaster hiding behind the camera.

           Simon leans towards us like he’s trying to read all of the comments and questions as they flood in.  He gets a lot of I love you’s and he grins in response, trying to return as many of them as possible.

           “I’ve got to go soon,” he tells us and I sigh in disappointment, “but I’ll answer a few more questions first.”  He’s quiet for a minute as all the viewers catch up with the stream.  “Here’s one: ‘Did you find out who was messaging you so much?’”  He pauses before answering.  “Funny you should ask, because yes, I did, and that’s a perfect segway into what I wanted to talk about.”  He shifts on his bed.  “I have a bit of an announcement -”

           His door opens behind him, and Baz in all his glory appears in it.

           Comments start flying in of “BAZ” and “OMG”

           “What are you doing?” Baz asks without a hint of a sneer in his voice.

           “Just filming a live show,” Simon tells him. He seems… nervous?

           “A live show, eh?”  Baz strolls over and – wonder of wonders – sits down on the bed next to Simon.  We’ve never seen him this close to the camera, and his eyes are this lovely mix of gray and green.

           We’ve also never seen him this close to Simon before.

           My heart kicks up a notch.  I’ve fallen down the slippery slope and now there’s no denying that I ship it completely.  I grab a pillow to hold to my chest and go into fangirl-mode, overanalysing every inch of their proximity.  With a click I maximize the screen, blocking the other comments from my view.  I want to see every pixel of this.

           “I was just going to make that little announcement,” Simon says, staring at his hands in his lap.

           “Ah,” Baz nods, apparently understanding.  “Go on, then.  Carry on, Simon.”

           Did he –

           Did he just call him Simon?

           He never calls him Simon!

           “I can’t do it if you’re here!” Simon protests.

           Baz gives a shrug.  “Then I’ll tell them.”

           He takes Simon by the collar and kisses him.  

           I scream into my pillow.

           Simon and Baz are kissing, right now, in front of millions of people.

           I can practically hear the collective aneurism that the fangirls are currently having.

           They’re still kissing, and Simon is grinning against Baz’s mouth.  It’s the most genuine smile he’s ever graced the internet with, and it’s not even for us.

           I’m tearing up, I’m so happy for them.

           Baz lets Simon go and turns to smirk at the camera. “That one’s for all you SnowBaz shippers out there.  Don’t think we don’t know.”  He winks. He fucking winks.

           And then he leaves.  

           Simon turns back to the camera, his cheeks red and his lips puffy.  He grins sheepishly.

           “Um, yeah,” he stammers, “that’s what I was gonna tell you about.”

           I tap the comment box.

           pennyforyourthoughts: Called it.

Speedy Recovery - Seth Rollins x Reader

Request by @lclb13

Summary - You request time off to help Seth recovery from his injury at home, and the two of you get very close. One thing leads to another, and you end up doing a lot more than helping him recover. (Kevin the doggo also makes a few appearances ;) ) 

Warnings:- Smut, Fluff, Swearing

Word Count- 2,103

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Crews to gif owner, my gif maker still wont work :( 

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The right thing

(A/N): I’m so sorry this has taken me so long to get to, I really hope you like it!

Request: ok, i’ve thought about it long and hard (not really) and i think i’d like an old man logan request, if you even do that, lol. he sees me on the side of the road in the freezing canadian cold, and decides to do the right thing and drive me to wherever he resides, but he’s a bit hesitant on getting acquainted at first, being the grumpy old coot he is. then, at his place, after getting comfy, we both decide that we might get along and i fall asleep. ya know, just some fluffy shturf. ;3

Warnings: none?

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @rainbeauxbread


Originally posted by dailymarvelheroes

   Logan gripped the wheel of his car so tightly that his knuckle were white. He could feel the thrum of the engine running through his fingers, into the Adamantium of his bones. 

   The snow outside his window blurred everything in sight, making it nearly impossible to drive and yet he was doing it. With a sigh he reaches over and grabs a cigar, lighting it quickly before taking a long drag from it and that’s when it caught his eye, a long figure standing on the side of the road but before he could even stop to think about his car had passed by them, the snow quickly obscuring their form.

    Logan blinked, attempting to convince himself that what he saw he did not see, there was no way someone was out here in the frigid cold. Rolling his shoulders back he kept on driving but a certain nagging feeling told him to turn around, check it out just to see if his eyes were playing tricks on him. 

  “Damn it,” He mutters through his cigar as he swerves the car around, driving most likely into traffic (if there was any). His eyes thoroughly scanned the the sidewalk, searching for the figure. His gaze locks on the same long figure, standing on the side of the road shivering madly. With not so great parking skills Logan pulls up to the snowy bank, hoping out of his car as soon as he turned the engine off. 

   “Any reason you’re out here in the cold kid?” He asks through his cigar, his voice only a tiny bit muffled. The being turns to look at him, their eyes downcast as they rub at their arm, most likely trying to get some feeling back in them. 

   “I’m waiting,” 

   “What for?” 

   “Someone,” The figure mutters, sniffling a bit. Logan sighs, stuffing his hands into his pocket. 

   “You’re gonna freeze out here,” 

   “Good.” Logan looks at them through squinted eyes, little puffs of smoke billowing from his mouth. 

   “Get in the car,” He mutters, giving them no room to argue. 

   “What?” The figure looks up, looking at Logan incredulously. 

   “I said get in the car, I don’t want you freezing to death,” 

   “Why do you care?”

   “Believe it or not the idea of some kid freezing to death on the side of the road isn’t really a pleasant one, now get in the car,” 

   “How do I know you’re not gonna rape me or something?” Logan looks nearly offended at their words, how dare they accuse him of such a thing? Wrinkling his nose in disgust he turns away, reaching up to grab his cigar. 

   “I’m not gonna hurt ya but if you don’t want to tag along I’ll let you die out here,” Logan walks to his car, ignoring his gut feeling telling him to turn around and demand that however this was get in with him. He took a few steps towards the car, reaching for his keys when he stopped- the figure speaking up finally. 

   “Where are you going to take me?” Logan smiles just a bit, turning to cast the figure with a side glance. “I know a place for you,” The figure nods numbly as they skirt around Logan’s car, violently shivering as they walked towards the passenger door. 

   Logan gave them a good long look, staring at their frozen eyelashes and nearly purple lips; how long had this kid been out here? Shaking off his worry Logan unlocked the car, hoping in and starting the ignition. The figure sighed in relief as they placed their hands to the barely working AC vents which at the moment were spitting out little bits of heat. Logan eyed them once more, the permanent goosebumps on their skin, the way their nails were nearly black from the cold. 

  “Shit kid,” Logan muttered as he took of his coat, thrusting into the figure’s lap. “Put that on, you’re gonna freeze if you don’t,” The figure shakily slips the jacket on, pulling it around their body tightly. 

   “Please tell me wherever we’re going is warmer than this?” Logan starts up the car, not even looking behind him or ahead of him as he turned around once again. 

   “Yeah…yeah it is,” Logan rubs a hand down his face, stopping just above his lips. With an exasperated sigh he plucked out his cigar and smashed it into his ashtray, letting out the last few puffs of smoke from his mouth. “You got a name kid?” The figure shivers, nodding their head as they do. 

   “It’s (Y/N),” Logan nods his head, casting (Y/N) a side glance. 

   “Well (Y/N), I’m Logan,”


   “Just take the goddamn blanket (Y/N),” Logan muttered as he thrust another blanket at the still shivering kid on his couch. 

   “Logan, I already have like,” (Y/N) pauses to count the amount of layers they were wearing, excluding one of Logan’s flannels since the outfit they had been previously wearing was tainted by the cold snow. “4 blankets,” 

   “You need another one,” 

   “Logan-” 

   “(Y/N).” Logan growls, shoving the blanket towards them again. (Y/N) grumbles as they take the blanket, wrapping it around their other layers securely. With a pleased sigh Logan slumps down onto the couch, a few feet away from (Y/N). 

   “So, this is where you live?” 

  “Yeah,” Logan rasps, looking at his makeshift little home. “It’s the best I’ve got right now,” (Y/N) nods, humming as they look around. 

   “It’s…quaint?” Logan chuckles, sliding a hand down his exhausted face. 

  “You don’t have to lie to me kid, I know it’s bad,” (Y/N) smiles softly, chuckling just a bit. 

   “Okay, yeah, it’s bad,” Logan smiles, blinking lazily at his home. “Why is this…why is this the best you can afford?” 

   “It’s not easy to get a nice home when you’re being hunted,” (Y/N) looks at him, alarm flashing through their features. 

   “Wh-What do you mean?” (Y/N) asks, quivering for other reasons now. 

   “You ever heard of mutants?” (Y/N) nods their head, their gaze never leaving Logan once. “Well, we’re kinda going extinct, I’m one of the last ones,” Logan mutters, looking over his scarred hands indifferently. 

   “I uh- I don’t think you’re one of the last ones,” (Y/N) whispers, their gaze falling to their lap. 

  “Kid, I’m pretty damn sure I know that I’m one of the last ones-” Logan pauses when he looks around, a good chunk of his home items floating in the air, suspended their by some force. He looks to (Y/N) with a rather surprised gaze, his eyes glued to the way they titled their head, the objects in the room mocking the same power. “You’re one of us,” Logan mutters, his tone a lot softer than it had previously been. Slowly all the objects in the room float back down, settling into their respective places neatly. 

   “I was on the side of the road because I was running,” (Y/N) whispers, pulling their blankets around themself tighter. “Guess we’re kinda in the same boat,” Logan nods, pursing his lips in thought. 

  “I’ll be damned, I guess we are,” (Y/N) smiles a bit, one corner of their mouth twitching upwards just a bit. 

   “So…what do we do from here?” 

   “You’re gonna warm up and sleep, god knows you need it-” 

   “And then?” 

   “And then we’ll lay low, figure everything out as we go,” (Y/N) nods, their own lips pursing in thought. “But for now you definitely need some sleep,” (Y/N) nods, yawning at Logan’s words. They hadn’t realized just how tired they were until Logan had mentioned it. Now that he had they could barely keep their eyes open, every so often their eyes would flutter close only to flutter back open. (Y/N) tilts themself to the side, resting their head against Logan’s shoulder. They yawn again, closing their eyes for good now as they settle in against him, his warmth only adding to their slowly reviving limbs. 

   “G’night Logan,” (Y/N) whispers, ignoring the way Logan tensed under their touch. Logan looks at them for a minute before hesitantly reaching out to brush some hair out of their face, a small albeit affectionate gesture. Logan had only known this kid for a day and his mama bear genes were already kicking in, making him vow to protect this life with everything he had, almost what he felt with Rouge and Laura. With a soft, almost alien like smile Logan settled into the couch, making sure (Y/N) stayed tucked against his side either way. 

   “Good night (Y/N),” 

☆☾ Starset Sentence Starters ☽☆

                                                     First Light



  • Events we think to be inconsequential can affect the future unintentionally.
  • ❝ What if you had the power to affect monumental change?
  • Would you let fear consume or would you overcome?
  • We sent a message into the past; a warning!
  • We can change our fate.
  • We can change the future.
  • We can change the past.

                                        Down with the Fallen


  • I have seen an empire falling.
  • Hopeless, can you hear me calling?
  • Light the way and I’ll follow where you go
  • Can you tell me what is real? Cause I’ve lost my way again.
  • Can you tell me how to feel?
  • ‘Cause I don’t feel anything now that I’m down here again.
  • I’m down with the fallen again.

                                                          Halo


  • I can see you running every night from the same darkness–!
  • If you just say the word I’ll be there at your side. 
  • ❝ You make me superhuman. If you need me to, I’ll save you.
  • If it means the death of me, I won’t let go.
  • If I’m lost in the world’s shadows, I’ll use the light that comes to me from your halo.
  • When you’re backed against the wall I could be the one who’s always there to break your fall.
  • You’re not alone.❞
  • You’re the sun, you’re the day.

                                                    Carnivore


  • All my life they’ve let me know how far I could not go.
  • Inside the beast still grows, waiting, chewing through the ropes.
  • Who are you to change this world?
  • No one needs to hear your words.
  • Won’t you come digest me?
  • Take away everything I am–bring it to an END!
  • Could you come and change me?
  • Make me fall–make me BLEED!
  • Take away everything I am!
  • I will hide myself below–I’ll be what you wanted–!
  • Kept inside, I won’t let go–’til I burn beyond control!

                                                     Telescope


  • I hear you calling from behind the star fields.
  • I feel you radiating energy like eternal northern lights. 
  • I will travel the distance in your eyes.
  • I will find you..

                                                It Has Begun


  • Even a well-lit place can hide salvation. 
  • It’s a map to a one-man maze that never sees the sun.  
  • That’s where the lost are the heroes and the thieves are left to drown.
  • But everyone knows by now that fairy-tales are not found.
  • But nothing could ever stop us from stealing our place in the sun.
  • We will face the odds against us and run into the fear we run from.
  • It has begun.

                                                    My Demons


  • Mayday, Mayday, Our ship is slowly sinking.
  • They think I’m crazy, but they don’t know the feeling.
  • They’re all around me, circling like vultures.
  • They want to break me and wash away my colors.
  • Take me high–and I’ll sing–!
  • You make everything okay–!
  • We are one in the same–you take all my pain away!
  • ❝Save me if I become my demons.
  • I cannot stop this sickness from taking over–it takes control and drags me into nowhere.
  • ❝ I need your help, I can’t fight this forever.
  • I know you’re watching–I can feel you out there.
  • Take me over the walls below–fly forever.
  • Don’t let me go.
  • I need a savior to heal my pain.

                                             Point of No Return


  • There’s a memory of how we used to be–I can see it through the flames.
  • Forget the lies and pain–I can’t go back now.
  • The ashes call my name!
  • Pouring the fuel–fanning the flames–making the past an unreachable place–!
  • Break your habit and melt your chains!!!
  • Embrace the fear, chase the fight–the glow of this fire will light up the night.
  • The bridges are burning, the heat’s on my face–it makes my past an unreachable place!
  • I know this is the point of no return.
  • It’s uncomfortable, but such a beautiful desire.❞
  • There’s something sinister about the way it hurts when I watch it burn–but I can’t go back.
Just because we broke up doesn’t mean I’m going to regret being with you. I’m not going to regret getting hurt, or crying over you. My heart aches and my throats feels like I’m choking on my own oxygen, but that’s fine. I knew what I signed up for whenever I said yes, and because we both knew deep down it wouldn’t last. But if I could go back to the first day I ever fell in love with you, I’d go back in a heartbeat to relive every memory we ever made. You were the best god damn thing that ever happened to me.
—  An excerpt from a book I’ll never write. (#56)
Blue– every oversized hug playing off memories of rain kissing away summer plays, these weighted reflections slicing book marks into greeting cards. I know what drowning alone feels like, darling, it isn’t a metaphor, but I still miss you most by the ocean. Heat– blushing the color of I miss you, your hands read sonnets to the stars and we’re still making wishes like we’re light enough to hold down that red balloon– I didn’t mean to let you go. Promises– bones break in more chapters than hearts, you tell me you love me and all my thoughts start to feel light. but you love the purity of rain, the obligation to burn in winter, the pastel of spring, and I’m not calm in nature. Red– you left a meteor near every love letter signed with your lipstick, I can feel the beginning of time right between our first greetings. We went wrong when we thought that falling in love this soon would be right, so I write about it. I write you into every summer that requires the heart to break near an empty bottle of red wine, sometimes love hurts, but most of the time… we just can’t get enough. Flash– gone just like that, we used to talk to one another like we were the last ones to love this bad, rumor has it that my heart still thinks about you when I’m holding other people. Darling, the rumors are fucking true. And I can fall in love with new people, but living in the moment is just a tease when we cross by one another on the streets as just passerby strangers with nothing to say, who is this person that I used to know? Just more fool’s gold, just more fool’s gold… i didn’t mean to hurt you then, i don’t mean to sulk over this, but i’m still somewhat in love with you. Post Script– seal these goodbyes with that infamous laugh of yours, the kind of laugh that makes people wonder about the joke, the kind of soul that makes people want to relearn the alphabet of love just to spell your fucking name and get it right the first time. No more P.S. I love you, just a P.S. I miss you. No more P.S. I left a letter for you, just a P.S. maybe we’ll meet again some day. No more P.S. I had a nice day with you, just a P.S. I wish that it didn’t have to hurt so bad, but maybe if we were more honest, more loyal, more open… they say that lovers mirror one another, do you think our shadows still hold one another when no one is looking and the moon is out? Does your skin miss my touch? Does your heart feel warm when someone mentions my name? Do we still love the same from years ago? Probably not, but the thought of you is the perfect definition for bittersweet. We used to be a thousand origami serendipities, but now we’re just burning at the mouth of a shooting star still trying to grant wishes for things that once were. Love– you were enough, you were always going to be enough.
—  The Ate & The Bunso
Ashes [M] Final

Pairing: reader x Hoseok

Genre: angst, vampire!au

Word Count: 8,109

Warnings: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, depictions of violence and gore

A/N: I cannot believe I am finally writing this. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for embracing this story. Thank you for giving me the confidence for stepping outside of my comfort zone as a writer. I was extremely nervous to write a vamp au but you all welcomed this story with open arms. Thank you for loving vamp Hoseok and the OC as much as I have

Originally posted by jengkook

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Final

The pain raging through your body was nothing like you ever felt. The feeling of your teeth coming in that very first time was child’s play compared to this. You tried to stand on your feet, but the searing pain of Hoseok’s torture made you crumple back down to the ground. A pair of hands pulled you up from the grass, and brought you back inside the cabin. This was the worst nightmare you had ever experienced, except you would never wake up from this one.

Someone held a pint of blood to you lips, forcing you to drink until the plastic bag was empty. He sank down onto his knees, but through your blurred vision it was impossible to see his face. But he smelled familiar. “Y/N?” he asked cautiously, and you blinked several times until the red haired vampire came into focus.

“What the hell are you doing here?” you hissed, as you came face to face with one of Kai’s right hand men. “I thought I killed you.”

Chanyeol laughed, “You tried, but Kai was able to pull me out of the boathouse.”

“Chanyeol is on our side, Y/N. You didn’t think that Jimin was the only vampire we had on the inside, did you?. You can put your claws away.” Namjoon informed you as he came trudging through the room followed by the others. All in various stages of the healing process.

“How can I trust him?” you hissed, still unable to accept the redheaded vampire’s presence in the cabin.

The tall vampire looked you straight in your dead eyes, “Because you can’t. I could really care less what happens to you, I just want that asshole dead.”

A chill spread across your spine as he repeated the words you had heard several times over. The two of you stared at each other, enemies fighting for the same cause. You pursed your lips into a thin line as you started to pace the kitchen, “Fine. Tell me what your big plans are.”

Namjoon nodded at the empty chair at the table, “I think you should sit down for this.”

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anonymous asked:

I just keep thinking about the bay or bae choice but like in the context of the choice the beast gives Wirt at the end of over the garden wall. Like the tornado asking to choose between chloe and Arcadia bay and Max just responding with, "that's dumb" and choosing something else that saves everyone lmao

Haha, I’ve never drawn that comparison but that’s amusing. OTGW is one of my favorite stories in general at this point, though. Thinking on all of this led to an informal essay that helps me ground myself in my own mistakes with other fics I’ve worked on, All Wounds’ planning stages, and how I’m approaching its impending ending.

This one’s a bit of a doozie.

(I will be referencing elements of the endings to Over the Garden Wall, Life is Strange, Steins;Gate, and Oxenfree, in case you’re worried about knowing things you don’t yet want to know)

OTGW and LIS are very different stories dealing with very different themes, and OTGW can get away with a blunt and brusque resolution like that because it’s a dark comedy that’s in many ways subverting or teasing a lot of melodramatic tropes. LIS often introduces tropes and then peels back a layer and asks us to look deeper, which is a whole other sort of deal.

The problem, though, is that its own finale and final climax kind of doesn’t hold up, because it hinges upon a choice that really makes no sense – and a moral-oriented choice, at that, which makes it even harder to swallow.

With Wirt and the Beast, there’s a physical character within the world to confront. To call out. To vanquish or scare off or outsmart. Greg’s disposition can be broken apart and he can be released. The entire story is about mystery and, well

OTGW makes no allusions that its story isn’t supposed to quite make sense, it embraces its mystery, and it subverts things by making ‘reality’ a hidden element until the final act.

The story makes it pretty obvious that this world isn’t supposed to make much sense, too, which leads us to not really question things when it doesn’t.

Wirt is the elder brother, he’s supposed to set an example, he’s supposed to look out for his sibling, and he fails.

And while there’s a lot of darkness to this story, it is, ultimately, a comedy, first and foremost, and most resolutions with the various antagonists are resolved with some kind of clever or amusing tactic. It doesn’t want us to take it too seriously, and it’s often making fun of tropes in dramatic fantasy stories.

What’s happening with Max, Chloe, and the tornado isn’t so physical as being lost, as confronting magical beasts. It’s abstract and unexplained, yet the story wants us to take it seriously and tries (weakly) to ‘explain’ things. This falls short because there aren’t really any concrete, established rules, and yet we’re supposed to buy into everything being Max’s fault when we don’t even know how it’s her fault. This is tricky because within the context of the narrative, it makes the player assume the position and perspective the creators wanted:

Max Caulfield is supposed to choose between the greater good, or what she desires as an individual.

The premise of that choice is great, and it’s what the entire game has been foreshadowing and leading up to. The execution is just very iffy to me because of the dodgy attempt at explanation…without explaining anything. ‘Chaos Theory’ literally does not work the way the game alludes to it. The writers know none of this makes sense, which is why in the finale they unfortunately go as bluntly as to make Chloe say:

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The Layers of Edward Nygma’s Revenge

“I want this to be a slow, painful death. One of a thousand deep cuts. First we take away his mind … and then when this bird is broken and alone. We do the humane thing and put him out of his misery.”

These are Ed’s words from 3x12. I think the dock scene had such an impact that we almost forget about all these other ways in which Ed got his revenge.

1. False hope

I think this is where it starts. Ed wants to know if Barbara was telling the truth so he tricks Oswald into outing himself. Oswald falls for it, thinking that Ed reciprocates his feelings, only to be rejected.

2. Paranoia

Ed digs up Oswald’s father’s remains to use them as part of his revenge. The news of his father’s remains being stolen is something that pushes Oswald’s already fragile mind into a worse state.

Ed uses Clayface to make Oswald think he is seeing the ghost of his dead father. He probably uses information he got from Oswald’s stories about his father, who really did believe in ghosts. These events make Oswald’s paranoia run wild and leads to him killing his deputy chief of staff.

3. Public humiliation

Oswald breaks down during an interview on national television, as Ed planned. This costs him his reputation as the Mayor of Gotham.

4. Depression

Here is one that is easy to overlook and one of the reasons I decided to make this post. At this point in the story, Ed has not returned to the mansion. So from Oswald’s perspective, he just knows that he confessed his feelings to his friend who is no longer answering his calls or coming home. When Barbara comes to see him, some of his first words are “Is Ed here? Did he come back? Did he call?” He is more concerned about that than his crumbling position as mayor. One of the saddest things about this scene is that Oswald has been sleeping on the couch and drinking. Hoping for Ed to come home.

5. Worry

After being “missing” for so long, Ed calls Oswald and tricks him into thinking he has been kidnapped. Oswald is frantically searching for his friend, thinking that his life is in danger.

6. Acid

Ed ties Oswald to a car with a barrel of acid above him. The acid is meant to melt Oswald to death. What a horrific way to die.

7. Murder

Finally, here is the scene that we are all so familiar with by now. Oswald with his hands bound, crying and pleading for his life. But ultimately, he is killed by the man he is in love with.

I think it’s safe to say that Ed got his revenge.

Now that I’ve refreshed everyone’s memory on what happened. Can you please stop making those disturbing posts about how pleased you are that Oswald was tortured and murdered? He did a horrible thing, he betrayed his friend, but he more than payed for it. He’s been humiliated, psychologically tortured, lost his political power as well as any other power he had. He’s been stripped of all dignity and shot by the man he loves. How much more do you want? 

Even More Writing Prompts!

i have no control anymore lol.

Things Said Before a Kiss:

  • Can I kiss you now?
  • Do you want to kiss me…?
  • You’re so beautiful.
  • I think I’m in love with you…
  • I love you.
  • I’ve wanted to do this for the longest time…
  • This is my first kiss…
  • I’ve never kissed anyone before…
  • I really want to kiss you right now.
  • Your lips look delicious.
  • I don’t want to get lipstick on you!
  • I’m trying really hard not to kiss you right now.
  • Come here.

Things Said After A Kiss:

  • That was… nice…
  • I love you(too).
  • I don’t want to forget this moment.
  • Can we do it again?
  • Was that your first kiss?
  • Go out with me again…
  • Best.First.Kiss… Ever…
  • Kiss me again…
  • Wow…
  • That was better than I ever dreamed…
  • Thanks for not trying to eat me…
  • I’m glad you kissed me, because I was so close to kissing you.
  • You have really soft lips…

Remembrance/Memory:

  • You remind me of someone…
  • Did you remember to pick up eggs?
  • I still remember the day I met you…
  • Do you remember when we met?
  • What were they like…?
  • Did you love them?
  • I don’t remember!
  • Where did you grow up?
  • Déjà vu…
  • What did you dream about last night?
  • Have you always been like this?
  • You remind me of myself, and that scares me!
  • Don’t make me forget, please…

Surprise/Astonishment:

  • Wow!
  • Woah!
  • What the heck?!(alt: hell).
  • Unbelievable!
  • Son of a gun!
  • Bless my soul…
  • I’ll be darned!
  • Holy smokes(or cow).
  • I’m over the moon!
  • Well, slap me silly!
  • Why’d you go and drop a bombshell like that?
  • Her jaw literally dropped at the news!
  • this is amazing!

Declarations of Love:

  • I love you, okay? Is that you what you wanted to hear?
  • I never thought love existed until I met you…
  • You complete me, you make me feel whole!
  • You inspire me… You make me want to be a better person, to do better, to be better and I… I want to thank you. If I may, can I thank you by… By saying I love you?
  • I want to hold you close and never let go. Because, I feel like if I let go, I’m going to drown in the sorrows of this world.
  • You’re the light of my life.
  • I love you more than I thought was possible…
  • I love you more than life itself.
  • I want to wake up with you, every morning… I want to make you breakfast, even though we both know I burn toast to a crisp… I want to fall asleep with you, ever night. Even though we both know, I like to take up most of the bed…
  • Learning to love you has been the greatest pleasure of my entire life…

First Encounters(Situations):

  • You run into each other at a local supermarket. They stare at you while you get your shopping done, and you’re scurrying to finish because some creeper is watching you very intensely. While checking out, they finally come up to you and say, while fidgeting, “Oh, I thought you were someone else.”
  • They’re running down the street, from what, you weren’t quite sure. You thought you had enough time to get out of the way, but alas, you didn’t and so, without thinking, they grab your hand and made you start running with them instead of ultimately running into you. You’re screaming, they’re telling you to “CALM DOWN. LET ME EXPLAIN”.
  • You’re at a New Year’s Eve Party. Alone. But, you didn’t come alone. You had left your ‘date’ for a moment to go to the restroom, and when you came back, they were tongue in tongue with a blond across the busy living room. You stared at them for a moment, your mouth dropping before turning on your heel, ready to leave. You knew it was a bad idea to let your friend set you up on a blind-date. But, when you turned you ran into someone. And, you figured, by the way they were staring at your ‘date’ and the blond, they had came to the party earlier with them.
    You had a choice now. Start kissing them out of spite, to see if your date notices, or leave and never look back.
  • You both reach for the same item at the store, and it’s the last one on the shelf. You though, being as polite as you were, told them they could have it. You expected them to digress and say, “no, no you can have it” so as they set it in their basket, you twitch and say, “on second thought, I really need it.”
    Now, you’re both in front of the store manager, half the store is a mess, you have flour in your hair, they’ve got cake mix on their face as you start to explain why the store was such a disaster zone.

We all think of Sana as someone who doesn’t care about what people think of her but today’s clips really made me think;

In this scene;

Sana didn’t seem okay yes we have seen are upset a few times recently but this time it really broke our hearts seeing Sana so down.

Everyone is insecure it’s a thing all humans have.

What if Sana was comparing herself to Noora in this scene? comparing how Noora is’ flawless’ and how she always has guys falling for her. 

At first, the fandom was eh about Yousana because we didn’t really know Yousef or how these two acted around each other but honestly this clip showed that they do have some feelings for each other

The only time we saw Sana smile in this clip was when Yousef talked to her and she tried to not look at him but she couldnt.

Everyone has soemone in their life who makes them happy who makes them smile.

I’m not saying “Sana needs a man to be happy” but Yousef makes her smile and doesn’t ignore her and he knows how to make her smile (Yes Even & Isak do too)

The point of this post was that Sana is insecure she doesn’t show it but she it because of shes a normal human.

The other point was that Yousef and Sana do have feelings for each other but haven’t talked about it yet.

(Keyword: Yet)

Idk why but I love the idea of Minkowski and Eiffel living together after wolf , scraping together some domestic life because they want to find something normal while being far from it, being too dependent on each other to stray far.
• in a kind of grubby house in the middle of an unknown town that’s being forgotten and fading long before they get there, built on the bones of long withered gods and working class oppression - there’s a good corner shop that sells obscure flavours of coke and the autumn leaves have their own shade of auburn. Everyone knows their faces, but nobody knows their story. Some people assume they’re married. Or siblings? The fortune of a small town means you can hide inside yourself, nobody owes them anything
• Eiffel frequently googling ‘how many cups of Minkowski’s detox tea will it take to cure my PTSD?’ with varying levels of seriousness
• he sleeps on the sofa and she sleeps on the floor of her bedroom with a pillow and blanket
• *eiffel, with a mouthful of froot loop cereal* 'I like guys.’
*minkowski hands him the electric bill* 'how many times do we have to have this conversation? “Getting a job” isn’t homophobic. Get a job.’
'Well, actually, if we start looking into like, how the workplace hiring process is entrenched in prejudice-’
'Eiffel.’
• Eiffel making Minkowski watch all his favourite pop culture movies, he falls asleep but she ends up absorbing them all and can recite the whole first alien movie word for word by breakfast the next day
• not answering any post because they don’t want people to know where they are, just burning it in the fire place with lumps in their throats and the feeling of being watched prickling up their neck
• Minkowski on the front porch, transfixed by the stars in summer time, tears streaming down her face
• 'i feel like we’re hiding’ / 'we’re dead. It’s different.’

Okay so something I’ve never seen being talked about is how easy it is to fall for a borderline. We love so deeply so quickly that people feel like they have an instant connection with us and since we often mirror people it makes them think that we’re perfect for them. This is part of the reason why are relationships are so unstable because when people first meet us we both become convinced that we’re in love but it’s always just the disorder.